Ooba Tooba:The one single solitary night i said i wouldn't go out, he took too much and died, leaving a wife, and 2yr old twin girls, and a distraught best friend. Had i went, i would have told him to slow down, and he would still be here. Had plans to raise our girls together. Beers, barbeque. Shot to shiat. Pills alcohol and coke do not a good mix make.

I'd tell my mom the cancer would come back and to get checked out at least six months before we found out it came back - and insist on a second/third/fourth opinion if they didn't believe her.

If you wanted steampunk and we were cleared to drop off a book I think my 1915 copy of Kent's Mechanical Engineering handbook is just low tech enough to put in the hands of a James Watt and get some results.

Yes, I really do own engineering handbooks that would feel comfortable in the Victorian era.

Prevent the publication of Ghazali's "The Incoherence of the Philosophers" which led to the closing of the ijtihad and the end of the Islamic golden age. Without this regression into anti-intellectualism, the Middle East would have grown alongside Europe into a group of modern secular democratic states.

Or I would have not invited my Dad out to dinner the night his father passed away. Instead of him stopping to see Grandpa, I invited Dad out to eat. The plan was to pick grandpa up from the physical rehab center and take him to his home the next morning. Little did any of us know that night would be his last. I feel guilty as hell since my Dad didn't get to say goodbye that one last time. In fact I would probably go back and tell all of my deceased loved ones how much they meant to me one last time. I know that isn't changing one thing in history, but hell if I had that kind of power I might as well abuse it.

made Steve Jobs allow open access to his code so others could write spftware that ran on Macs and the PC would not dominate the market; either that, or stopped the time wasting internet from being invented.

Or I would have not invited my Dad out to dinner the night his father passed away. Instead of him stopping to see Grandpa, I invited Dad out to eat. The plan was to pick grandpa up from the physical rehab center and take him to his home the next morning. Little did any of us know that night would be his last. I feel guilty as hell since my Dad didn't get to say goodbye that one last time. In fact I would probably go back and tell all of my deceased loved ones how much they meant to me one last time. I know that isn't changing one thing in history, but hell if I had that kind of power I might as well abuse it.

/I am not really fun at parties lately.

Get out of the past, man. People die. Sometimes unexpectedly. Yesterday's gone. Tomorrow's never coming. Life is for today.